Beauty
is psychotic and gentle
sublime and miniscule
Beauty robs your soul
and throws it to the oblivion of otherness.
"She broke your throat and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah"
-But cruel beauty is always tempered and soothed
and patted into a kind and friendly shape
by Love.
Beauty is when you are thrown into the kiln to be crucified willingly;
Love is the grace that lets you sob to the listening universe
which grieves with you and comforts you.
